foto: Caro Fernandez
Queremos empezar el fin de semana con una traducción libre de este poema.
Cada vez que lo leemos, sentimos ganas de correr a rociarnos con algún perfume que evoque una abundante lluvia de pétalos de rosa: Lyric, de Amouage, es la elección de Caro y Miss Charming, de Juliette Has a Gun, el preferido de Virginia.
Tengan un fragante fin de semana!
Virginia y Caro
Rosas
Adorás las rosas – yo también. Desearía
Que llovieran rosas del cielo, como llueven
Del arbusto sacudido. Por qué no será así?
Entonces todo el valle quedaría rosado y blanco
Y suave de pisar. Caerían tan leves
Como plumas, con dulce olor; y sería
Como dormir y despertar, todo a la vez!
George Eliot (1819-1880)
foto: Caro Fernandez
Scented Letters – “Roses” by George Eliot
We would like to start the weekend with this poem.
Every time we read it, it makes us want to rush and spray ourselves with a fragrance evocative of a copious shower of rose petals: Amouage Lyric is Caro’s choice and Juliette Has a Gun Miss Charming, Virginia’s favorite.
Have a fragrant weekend!
Virginia & Caro
Roses
You love the roses – so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
George Eliot (1819-1880)
Té de Violetas 